11:39 pm - The Cut of My Jib, the Height of My BrowThis morning, I saw Iron Man, which was awesome and badass and funny and entertaining. And the scene after the end of the credits is unbelievably flailtastic. The script was clever, the performances were great, and the special effects were sweet. Even arbitrarium, who knew nothing about the comic, loved the movie and will be convincing people who were skeptical to see it.

Since there was pizza in the movie (er, spoiler warning?), we had lunch at Pizza My Heart. Then we checked out GameStop, I to see whether they had a demo of GTA IV to play (they did not, sadly) and she to buy Mario Kart Wii.

After returning home, I walked to a nearby comic book store for Free Comic Book Day. I picked up an X-Men by Mike Carey and a Superman by Grant Morrison. I also read the latest issue of Ex Machina without buying it. Just like old times!

When I came back, I still had to wait a few minutes for Doctor Who to be ready. Donna continues to be awesome.

Then I watched last night's Battlestar Galactica, in which very little happened.

The order in which I watched these two shows is indicative of my comparative level of excitement for each.

I finished the third trade of Astonishing X-Men, which is entertaining enough but maddeningly incomprehensible to someone who wasn't reading Grant Morrison's New X-Men previously. Thank God for Wikipedia, even though I did get WikiSpoiled.

It had been almost forty-eight hours since I had watched an episode of How I Met Your Mother, so I had to watch one. I'm almost done with the first season, and I love it, and I'm addicted. I hope I can get caught up before the season finale.

And then I attended the Berkeley Opera. Wearing this shirt. Emily (tigeremme) was assistant conductor/musical assistant/coach/accompanist/violinist. The program comprised two one-acts. The first was Bluebeard's Castle, by Bartók. They had "supertitles," so called because the English translation was above the stage. It was like watching anime! Live! And in Hungarian! The music was good, and about halfway through, I picked up on the symbolism and appreciated the story (what little there was) a bit more. During the intermission, I entertained Grace by reading aloud the synopsis of the second opera, L'enfant et les Sortilèges by Ravel, because if there's one thing I like, it's dramatic reading. The Ravel was very different, since it had puppets and dancers in addition to the action on the projection screen. I'd never seen a ten-year-old boy be attacked by his math book before. Opera is weird.

This is all just to say that my day looked like this:

Iron Man

GameStop

Free Comic Book Day

Ex Machina

Doctor Who

Battlestar Galactica

Astonishing X-Men

How I Met Your Mother

THE OPERA

I think that sort of sums me up as a person, actually.Current Mood: always tiredCurrent Music: Snow Patrol - Ways and Means

I liked Iron Man, though I didn't love it. I might have liked that very last scene more had I not been spoiled for what would happen (by someone in the theater, no less). Also, it was a bit too long. Still, I liked the three leads (Downey, Bridges, Paltrow), and I loved the last line before the credits.

My sister lives up there and I hadn't seen her in a couple months. We're tight like that. She flat out refused to let us see IronMan, so it was all Sarah Marshall and Forbidden Kingdom. She has tolerance for kungfu movies because I dragged her to a bunch of stuff when she came to see me in china, and my b-i-l is always down with that stuff. He seemed to think my friend's anime movies were awesome, though he doubts my geek-development is sufficient to enjoy them.

Alas, they refused Avatar conversion, but I have faith that it will occur. His taste is suspect anyways - he also likes Lost.

We went and saw Iron Man on Sunday and totally enjoyed it as well... even though he was fighting the terrorists (which usually is a big turn off). Also Gwyneth Paltrow looked ridiculously good... which took me by surprise. And I actually wanted to see all of the movies advertised beforehand.